Logan looked perfectly relaxed. "If they're your family, then they're my family too. Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"
"..." Sloane had the distinct feeling he was teasing her again.
She opened the door.
Standing on the porch was Landon, exuding his usual polished, intellectual calm, alongside the boisterous Lydia, who was leaning heavily on her crutch.
"Sloane! You don't mind us dropping by unannounced, right? It was totally Landon's idea. He insisted we come check on you right now, saying—"
Lydia froze mid-sentence as she caught sight of Logan standing inside.
She practically gasped out loud. "Whoa, Sloane... is this... my new brother-in-law?"
Logan stepped forward, greeting them with an effortless, aristocratic grace. "Hello. I'm Logan Lennox, Sloane's husband."
Sloane glanced up at him.
Stripped of his usual banter and teasing, he commanded the room with an innate, quiet authority.
Lydia clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from swooning, but leaned in close to Sloane and aggressively whispered, "Sloane, he is a total god! How did you hit the jackpot like this? You have to teach me your ways. I'm going to the matching center tomorrow!"
"Don't bother," Sloane deadpanned. "You're better suited for African lions."
"Life is precious, but love is priceless. For a man that gorgeous, I'd gladly throw the lions away!"
"Please stop butchering classic poetry," Sloane sighed, helping Lydia over to the sofa and resting her crutch against the armrest.
Once seated, Lydia couldn't stop sneaking awe-struck glances at Logan, practically vibrating with jealousy over Sloane's luck.
Meanwhile, Logan and Landon were locked in a silent standoff.
Landon scrutinized Logan, and Logan seamlessly returned the favor.
Men always recognized a challenge when they saw one.
A quiet, territorial friction was already sparking between them.
"I hear you're a mechanic?" Landon asked smoothly as he stepped into the living room.


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